Condemned to silence

How can I blame you?
I was there too.

The wheel breaks the butterfly.

Sherlock Holmes: [sarcastic] Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way! Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister, or who's sleeping with who--
John Watson: [somewhat bitterly] Or that the earth goes around the sun.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh God, that again! It's not important!
John Watson: Not important? It's primary school stuff! How can you not know that?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it.
John Watson: "Deleted it"?
Sherlock Holmes: Listen: [gets up and points to his head] This is my harddrive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters! Do you see?

I want the world to shut up for a while. Just shut up. And sit down.

General Knowledge and Trivia

I don't see any point to it apart from
A)Parading yourself around as someone who knows it all
B)Winning free booze at Booze and Brains

Are you seeing someone?

-Are you seeing some one?
=I'm always seeing someone.
-So, are you really seeing someone?
=Sort of.

Category 1: Questions at work today
Category 2: Safe answers

Maria makes me laugh.
No, she doesn't. Not even a little.

Category: French class
:/

I love how the ordinary can be so extraordinary.
I love how the mundane can break your heart.

:)

High Maintenance

I only yesterday realized how high maintenance I am. Yesterday, my boss asked me if I wanted to go to a concert, some Shanker, Ishan and another person.
The first thing I do is make a face and ask if it'll be nice, adding that if it's Carnatic I'm not coming. He says it's not. I then say, I'd like to go, but is it okay if I cancel at the last minute, in case I change my mind. He says, ok. Then I explain that the reason I never go for concerts is because they're always at Palace Grounds and the dust! and the crowd! I then want to know if it's a sit down concert. My boss is slightly flabbergasted by now, so I explain that the last concert I went to at Palace Grounds (the German Film Orchestra)was a sit down one. So, he says no, it's not like that but it shouldn't be too much of a crowd. Only about 1500 people.

1500 people :/

So, I'm going but I think I shouldn't be invited to concerts ever.

Fight or Flight

I was thinking about compulsive liars yesterday. I wonder why they do that. It usually isn't even about anything of significance.I'm starting to think it's an inherent survival tactic.Perhaps their gene pool decided that flight (escape through a lie) would ensure the survival of their kind. Me, personally,for the most part but not always, I'd say what I had to say and handle the situation. I'd fight I suppose.
Does that mean I have stronger genes or stupider? I'd like to think the former.

Category: Lying compulsively

The water was beautiful. I didn't take twenty minutes to get in the way I usually do. The hot shower and beef burger later were even better.

Mood : Happy

Maybe it wasn't cheating.
Maybe it was just a different value system.

Category : Karma

Slightly inspired

Out of nothing at all.

My best friend says I'm mean.
Because of a picture I put up.
I think she thinks she looks fat in it.
I don't see it.
I think when you know someone, they look beautiful to you.
It doesn't matter what they think they look like.

Vulcan

At best, I'll be in Goa.
At worst, I'll be in the Catholic Club pool.

Don't be scared.
Scare.

About me : Practicing my scary look

Learn to be brave.

Other side of the world-KT Tunstall
Hide and Seek-Imogen Heap
Por una cabeza-Carlos Gardel
Somebody that I used to know-Gotye

sincity.thegreatgatsby.hampi.pi..
banksy.lace.nirada.stringtheory.
rockclimbing.vforvendetta.touch.
hotwater.constantine.bostonlegal.
dashboardconfessional.shortshorts.
porunacabeza.caribiner.speed.adrian.
tokillamockingbird.asimov.gaiman.a2j

Let
the
full
weight
of
who
you
are
fall
on
people
and
let
them
deal
with
it

There are few things that I love. Fewer people.
But I have to admit, I love Banksy. It's hard not to.

:)

Put a spin on it.

Pandora

I don't know what to do with the sadness.

What could I possibly know about that.

Judging Kushy

It's not something perverted. It's something perfectly natural.
-Kushy

[High Five Kushy]
:)

Unabashedly.
I'd have liked that.

Excerpt- Chapter 6

They all had their edges and her's was a jagged one. She stayed very close to it, waiting. She had no choice.

-The Story

Did circumstance cage me in?
Did I do it myself.


Category: It's only in your head

Currently I like green. Dull green and gold.
It isn't my favourite colour at all.
I like dull yellows too. And reds and blues and rusts.
For the moment.


Category 1: What's my favourite colour?
Category 2: Let's be dull

We watch every single movie that comes out.
I'm not entirely sure why.

Category: Avinash and I

I want an uncomplicated answer she tells me. Just answer, she says.
I can't.

Category : Things I'm incapable of
The question : What's your favourite colour?

Dilemma of the Day

Bikini or monokini?

Category : Hurray for summer
:)

Today's DIY

How do I remove super glue from clothes?

Note to self: Leave mochi work to the mochi because you're SUCH A FAIL at it

Mood: :/

Juvenile. That's the only word for it.

The Fundamental Truth

is that I'm a sore loser.
The government owns me.

Mood: Angry
X|

so you want to be a writer?

so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

I think I'm going to let this little faux pas that's in fashion pass.

Category : Those funny pants that pleat and bloat at the hips

The small town smell of Vishakapatnam.

Paranoia dreams

Bigger than me.
Stronger than me.

Andrew: Radhika said she thought we were cousins.
Andrew: I said, good looks run in the family.

High five Ander Pander
(:

I'm trying to figure out what the best flight timing for me would be.
11am?

There is no rest for the wicked.

Me: Maybe next time round it'll be better.
He: What was wrong with this time? What do you want different?
Me: I want Superstardom!

Category: Superstars
:)

Isn't the contentedness that comes with mediocrity
just as awesome as the exhilaration of superstardom?

Category: Superstars

You'll always be ok.
:)

I told someone that I missed them.
I'm not exactly sure that I did.
I miss people rarely.
Or not at all.

"How old do you think I am??" I asked the boys as they seemed to be talking to me like I was a little girl.
One boy blushes and says, "Charming."
The second mumbles, "Sixteen."

Category 1: Sixteen and charming
Category 2: Other reasons why I love Chennai


:)
[I'm 30]

Anywhere and everywhere.

I don't care about good looking people.
I care about good people.

Law: Megan, why are you so...
Meg: Busted?

Category: Megan
Age: 5

Once you rule out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
-Sherlock
:)

Where am I?


Category: Maslov's Hierachy

He is attached to me, the way I am to him.
I understand completely.

Question 1: Who is he?
Question 2: Who is him?

Fragile

The television on in a semi dark room, bereft of people, at five in the morning can seem pretty surreal. But that was the situation Friday morning as I left the house and as I stepped out of the house, the man on the TV said, don't carry your issues or problems with you beyond the end of the day.
So, based on absolutely nothing, I decided he was right.

About: My mom's yoga teacher

My own bathroom.
My own hot shower.


Category: <3

There's beauty in the breakdown.

How to kill a tree

The very first thing you do, is bring religion into it.
That's right.
A few years ago, maybe 3, my friend Gareth noticed a picture of a Hindu god at the base of the tree. He immediately took it and threw it aside, explaining the intention behind it. That is, a future area of worship. He said it could turn out to be a nuisance.
The next day, the picture was back there. Remembering what Gareth had said, I took it to throw it aside. When I did, this is what I saw, a certain kind of ant/termite, presumably meat eating because they were placed behind the picture at the base of the tree along with some chicken bones and sticky mud. (Yuck). Ready made start up tools for an ant hill/ future shrine to the Gods. The things people get suckered into praying to.
So the picture of God eventually disappeared but as it turns out, the termites stayed. And one day about four years later, someone discovered that the inside of the tree was rotting. So the forest department turned up, and cut it down. This tree that's been around all our lives. Just like that.
Just. Like. That.

I have a theory, that the state of your room reflects the state of your life.
Mine's a disaster area and I just don't feel like cleaning up. But I am.

What does your room look like?

Not enough hours in the day

-Should I sleep less?
-Plan my day better?
-Not meet anyone?

Category: Argh

Because it is

It's all for the best.

Loving my new love handles.

Category: About me
How to get them: Eat ghee EVERYDAY for ten days
Mood: Pretty darn good :)

My older Mallu born again believer roommate Sneha
trying to explain the meaning of 'hump'
from the Black eyed peas, 'My Humps'
to my Iranian roommate Saba.

She kept singing it the WHOLE time.

Category 1: My Humps
Category 2: Funny

I want out.
Of
here.

I have to get my mind together
and try.

Nothing matters today.
I don't know if this means
a)That I'm free
b)That my carefully built up world is crumbling OR
c)I'm pining for a holiday

Sometimes, now and again
When I remember who you were
And how we used to be
I miss you.


Category: Bison

Don't give me choice.

The truth is, I like children the same way I like people.
Discriminately.

Unakkum Enakkum

We, Arshad and I,were doing some work in the Beach Area and when we were done, he asked me if it was my first time in Chennai and I said, yes. He asked me if I'd been to the beach and when I said no, he asked me if I wanted to go and I said yes.

So, we got onto his yellow sports bike and went.

We sat on the shore and as invariably as always, a vendor came up to us. An old man. Only when he started to say things like, we'd have two babies, did I realize what we looked like, and worse, it was Valentine's Day. We didn't buy anything from him and so he went off cursing us, saying that evil wouldn't leave us.

The next person to come along was a lady selling peanuts, she dumped a cone of peanuts into the crook of Arshad's arm blessed us with a baby boy.

The lady after that, came and pinned/sold jasmine flowers into my hair without so much as an, If you please.

The last was a little boy. He tried and tried to sell something to Arshad who refused. While Arshad is refusing, the boy suddenly changes his voice and says in Tamil, Hello... I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the 'pati'.

Pati can either mean a) Grandmother b)Item

Arshad suggested we leave, before his family and stock of junk food expanded to disproportionate proportions, so we did. Me, thinking about life and people and Arshad the ships on the ocean.

Location: Marina Beach

Is the bottom line that I'll be bored if I'm not being paid attention to?

Category: Bottom lines

"I'm going to retreat into this place inside my head," she said. "If y'all don't mind."
And they didn't.

I'm sitting on the beach,  talking to this boy about something quite possibly related to girls when he says, "Look." And I do and he points to a couple of ships on the horizon,  quite unrelated to anything I'm saying and I look at them and he says, "They're nice aren't they? "
Perfectly, innocently.

Category 1: Boys
Category 2: Yes, of course they are x)

I feel like my life could only have two possible outcomes relationship wise.
Claustrophobic or Heartbroken.

Category: Anything in between

Too wired to be tired.

I feel... I don't know if touched is the right word.
But I feel something close to that.

Category: This city, its people

Saar=Sir

Category: Madras

She could be wearing a bikini and she'd still look like a nun to me.

Category: Quotable quotes
:)

vapid

The woman, the woman.

-Sherlock Holmes, A Scandal in Belgravia

I put on a fake local accent because I can.

About me: Such a loser

She talks about soul mates.
I think about soul searches.

Some beautiful things from today

A train sunrise, an old colonial building a new whitewashed store.

Uncouth everywhere.

The water smells like sewage
And I smell like Chandrika


Yuck

Yank.

It's not the work that's tiring. No.
It's the people.

I'd like to say that fat people can't help being that way.
But the truth is, they can.

About: The fat person overflowing into my seat from his own

It feels strange and a little disconcerting not be wired.

Category: Bad, very bad

Let's get a little disconnected.

You don't always have to be beautiful.
Sometimes, you can make beautiful.

Just because someone says something about you unflattering or flattering, it doesn't make it true. Either way.

Category: Instructions to the children and the grownups too, I guess

The weaker strain of the species.


Category: Alcoholics

Actions speak louder than thoughts and intentions.


Category: The road to hell

How Beautiful

http://bonifisheii.blogspot.in/

Mediocrity or madness?